The Roadtrip to Forever

Prologue

"Maybe I know somewhere, deep in my soul
That love never lasts."

-Paramore
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I never really get everyone for hoping in something that doesn't exist.

In something that never really matter.

They keep on whining on how heartbreaking love is. On how love always -always make them cry in the end.

Isn't it ironic? How they transform into squealing girls when in love to a bunch of howling wolves crying for the moon when heartbroken? Isn't it ironic how love is so powerful - that it makes everyone so weak, they can't even ease the pain?

They even made up some words.

Forever? Infinity?

I just try to stifle a laugh everytime I hear those.

All these are just metaphors of love. Metaphors that makes love so wonderful, you might think it's perfect. Metaphors that make us foolishly believe in eternity and happily ever after. Metaphors that would make you live in a daydream until one day, you'll see yourself crashing down from cloud nine.

Bitter? Oh no. I am not. I never fell in love. I never did. I just don't believe in such things. Things that you can only see happen in television series and movies. Things that would make you swoon, but eventually, break you into a million pieces.

There's no such thing as eternity. An infinity. A lifetime.

There's no forever. Ever.

And so, maybe, my belief in forever, was perhaps seen by the forces of the world, so I found myself one day, on an adventure - on a roadtrip that I never saw coming.

A roadtrip - a fucking roadtrip that would make me realise the beliefs I held onto the past years.

And that moment came.

I lost.